recycled thoughts
change meaning in the overlap.
try and convince me different,
by forcing yourself to do the same.
it's ambiguity knocking,
you've resonated thoroughly
throughout what's dragged on, kept dragging
and skinned you
       edge-side
-in.

love makes love
in sequence
and in time.

motions and friction
stomach tells secrets
legs fold out laps, and drop them.
burrowing chests, heaving.
can you breathe in this smoke?
or will you exhale it?

you've caught me, intimately
picking my nose, afraid it will bleed.
all alone while you're searching,
I've got the privacy to wipe the blood from my fingers
and think of the shadows you'll check,
and the one's you'll fiend away.
empathy discussions,
what ***** your soul also binds it.

a word.
time,
and too much of it,
wasted,
can't handle it,
feels
absent.
ditched windows,
bent blinds,
hardwood and tile.
cuddled
dogs, sore wrists,
nail-bites.

absence:
when you're not there.
you're
not
there.

step back, or splash!
you are steam,
a stream of heat,
sweating.
talking me up
about talent,
talking me silent,
and happy.

I'm caught up in this silence,
so comfortable.
keep me silent, or I'll keep talking.

a shortness of breath,
a stiff clinging to comfort.
hardwood floor, (hiding).
stress is combining,
and it's frightening
(I wake up crying).

full, and
sick you
pull,
and shift.
forget the debt that crept in neglect.

some things are too obvious to say,
or you think them so much they begin to feel like you've already said them.

self-sacrificed suffering
this life burns into nothing.
abstract obstructions
my hands are full,
cleaning, moving,
legs sore
and voice changing tones,
laughing is more persistent.

don't be nervous:
retract all motions blocked by the feeling of it.
lack of control, the situation needs to build itself
and all you have to do is live it.

communication codes:
call me esoteric emily,
leave me up in trees
I'll throw apples down for you to eat.
you feel like stones,
cement, hard-laced fruit loops,
and the morning after, and the year
after year after year
that
will
follow.

something smooth to rhyme to,
you're building fences for me to jump,
I'll leave you to mind them.

your eyes were my eyes, and it felt natural.
something you showed me that took advantage
of the bounds that tie and rebound and break,
something similar to a run on sentence.

sarcastic similes
arcane knowledge seeping through my eyelids.
now I'm forced by my own self-will to tell you everything.  
there are more forces than that,
I'll learn to respect them in silence
rather than saying that I don't believe in them.
doesn't mean I'll get on my knees and pray,
just means I might want something.
seemingly mean
from the things that seem
                                                                                to tunnel
                                                                              underneath
your garbage,
                       your sinking
thoughts
combined
with
circumstantial
evidence
led me to believe in the beauty I swore was gone.
thankfully all suffering passes no sooner than happiness does.

shared pain is
building up with you.
can't find a way back down,
don't want to.
there was a chance
and he blew it, too easy, baby.
not enough resonance for me.
something simple,
but still crazy.

"it's easier
if you understand it. "

keep track of your pulses,
a healthy mistake: don't blame me.
I just want to lay in bed with you all day.
don't want to ask to be touched, don't want to
think about it.
some lustful friendship hanging from frail wings.
he's tired all the time, how could he say such things?
i'm lonesome, but i'm nice. i know my place, i'll share it with you.
if you just gave up self-fulfilled torture then you'd see your desperation
is mislead by such a heavy head, best not avoid the issues that clog you up.
tell yourself you're beautiful,
you're better than breaking,
you've got the heart and the spirit,
the mind that could shine straight through your eyes
to send love a million paces in each direction,
attracting all you desire.

not always what you long for is what you need,
or what will truly make you happy.
some passion soaks in shadows,
guide yourself and you'll find what you're looking for,
or rather, what you're looking for will find you.

A mother in one hand
and a child in the other.
Learning love
from giving love,
I don't want to feel any different.

something of a poison enters my perception
and I shift my paradigm.
confidence is key!
I'll let you lock me and shock me
and feed me on my knees until
fear morphs into pleasure.

your ability to open your soul,
all fractions,
some fractured,
others perfectly aligned,
gives me the healing that's been hiding.
so, I send it back in rapid laps,
guiding you through my mind.

the best I can do with translation
is to tell you thoughts exactly as I think them,
decode with tone, and expression. touch you from the heart out
a mental connection, understanding that goes beyond simply understanding.
two thoughts become one.

darkness becomes light
but the colors don't shift.
truth becomes private
it's none of their business, (sorry friends).
help becomes natural
there's no more effort to this repairing
than there is to breathing while you sleep.

my distance holds hands with you, sweetness.
sometimes skin touching skin is never enough,
but just the thought of you brings me complete:
I need no more than what I've already been given,
but I'll accept whatever you send my way, promising
to give you as much and more,
all I can until I'm sore.
Even then I still wont let it stop me.
One foot in the front  of the other,
I'll live moment by moment,
hoping the ones away from you move faster,
so that my feet will meet your feet,
face in front of the other,
your eyes reflect me, and in mine
you look deep and keep looking.
Telling me what you see, I translate
what I can from your observations:
I love you,
but there's so much more to it.

Tough break, my love
you can't shake my love.
It's just a bullet, you can take it,
try and bite without leaving a mark
so that your thoughts don't send too far.
Off in the distance there's a sky room,
you keep showing me the light
and I can't help but walk behind it.
The way we match is blinding.

I fall into holes, it's easy enough for you,
pull me out.
My reasons are
stretching out,
further in the morning,
to cycle through my head all day.
You're my sweetness, my fear.
A subtle lust filling me with wonder,
this trust sends me under in a race
with my bones
against your bones.

Share your temptations
and stop them.

A rejection of phrases you use to define yourself,
you're too distracted with trying to fix the
constantly breaking other parts of what you're made of to look inside.
Just open your eyes!

You must have two hearts,
you devil,
you charm.
You must be hiding something
and protecting something
and wondering.
How much longer till this ship tips, breaks forward and flips?
there you are
thrashing in the water
and you kick
and carry and sink
and hold your breath
and feel yourself
being
dragged
down
by
precious cargo you won't dismiss.

Do you dare recognize your own happiness
and the extended prolonging of it?
Or follow orders and swim while you're drowning
in the darkness to find the shore you scream for?

torture is peace
when your future will wait
for you to ripen from the core out.

alright, your skin hangs,
your lips lift, your eyes speak
and you stutter.
I am fallen.
I hang from an arm that learned how to reach
and I'm going to try and focus on the free fall
rather than the few seconds before I hit the ground.
you sound out feelings,
almost embarrassing to watch the pictures they create.

a light shown through in the darkness
and was burned into my memory,
useful if I wanted to see further.
blinding at first sight.

revolving!
rotating in my thoughts
if you fall over the edge, I can't catch you
but I'll let you share the ledge where I so delicately hang.